| Sell your trees, sell your water
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| Sell your wheat fields, sell your daughter
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| Sell your paper, sell your schemes
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| Sell your silver, sell your dreams
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| Please don’t sell Nova Scotia
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| You know you’ll never get it back
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| You feel good now with a pocket full of money
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| But nowhere to go when you’ve lost it at the track
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| What seems like only a piece of ground
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| Can get into your blood and move your heart around
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| So the land you’ve always known
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| Becomes a little bit of earth called home
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| Please don’t sell Nova Scotia
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| You know you’ll never get it back
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| You feel good now with a pocket full of money
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| But nowhere to go when you’ve lost it at the track
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| Please don’t sell Nova Scotia
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| You know you’ll never get it back
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| You feel good now with a pocket full of money
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| But nowhere to go when you’ve lost it at the track
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| Nowhere to go when you’ve lost it at the track |